We Are The Slashers

A Walking Dead Fanfic

Chapter 1

The People From Another Place

My crew consisted of eight teenagers and four youngers. We are known by others as the Slashers, because we use swords, daggers and whatever sharp object we could find. We did rob a museum and stole a few newer swords. We even went to an Academy's Sporting Goods store and stole a few guns, sleeping bags, backpacks and MREs.

That was when there was twelve teenagers. We lost five good shooters and wielders. But now, since that day, we haven't used guns. We refuse to use guns since the deaths of my comrades. The sound of the gunshots had lured the undead and the alives. The alives were what had killed part of my crew. We ended up losing our few supplies of sleeping bags, the backpacks and our last few bags of food.

We are now divided into two groups of four. Then the four youngers into two groups of two. My group consisted of Key, Marvin, Jenny and myself. Then the two youngers was Cecil and Kassie. The other group was with my sister, Peyton. Her group consisted of Joy, Victor, Wendell, and George. The youngers were Jazmin and Edwin. Her group was directly under mine so I was still, in a way, incharge of them as well.

We meet up every two months in main town called Jo's Village. We have barracks set up for the children and every once in awhile we all go out as one big group. The barracks were empty and sad ever since the rest of my crew died.

Ivy, a playful yet serious girl of fifteen. Jon, a serious boy of sixteen. Kylee, a tracker who got stabbed in the back by a group called The Wolves, she was fourteen. Jayson, a boy who fell for a Wolves girl and ended up getting his throat slit by her leader, he was seventeen. And Jenson, one of the youngers eaten by one of the undead, she had been six. I feel worse about the death of Jenson, who I'd promise to help her find her mother. Yet I failed her when her throat was torn apart while we all watched.

Her last words is what wakes me up in the middle of the night," Gavi! Please save me! Please! I'm want my mommy!"

It was my fault that this had happened to her. I could've saved her, I had my sword in my hands. But somehow I knew, she was going to die anyhow. She was bitten and the virus was inside of it's mouth. She was already dead when she was bitten. There was nothing I could do. I could've killed her myself but, I couldn't bring myself to do it. She wouldn't have suffered if I had.

"Gavin?" it was Jenny, a slight girl of sixteen stared at me with concern. She was a brave girl, I give her that. She didn't like swords to much, so she uses a bowie knife instead.

We were in the barracks with Peyton's group. We sat around in a circle with dirt spead evenly with a small stick nearby. We were planning on raiding a JCPenny's. Sometimes they have food and drinks.

"We should have Wendall and Key go in first. They are the fastest." Peyton said. She was my twin sister, though I had been born ten minutes before her. She never compained about me being the crew leader, instead she supported me. Because she was the brains and I was the battle-ready. Key was my second in command while Victor was Peyton's. Key was a Japanese-American. He had slightly longish black hair and almond shaped brown eyes. His family had been killed around the beginning as well, he was the first person we found. Not to mention he was gay and I'm sure he has this mad crush on me...I mean, who wouldn't? I am a 5'10 Korean-American guy with dark brown hair off to the side and serious brown eyes with a greenish tinge. And the clothes I have to wear is rather shitty, (a dark green tank top and black shorts.), ok maybe it isn't that bad until you count all the holes in my shirt. Or the fact my shoes are so stained with blood and whatever else I'd stepped in these past years.

The youngest younger, Kassie who was seven pipped up," What about us?"

"Don't worry, Kass. I'll protect you!" Cecil, ten said.

Kassie laughed and hugged the boy, but I knew, this was no place for children to grow soft. It was time for Cecil to learn to fight. Then Edwin, then Jazmin, then Kassie will sooner become fighters like the rest of us. They never actually witnessed us kill anyone, though they had seen the death of Jenson. They each have nightmares like the rest of us.

"We need to go through here." Key said, his voice slightly soft but firm. He was pointing to the side of the drawing that looked like the JCPenny building.

"No, I saw the undead there. We can't go that way." Victor said, he brushed a strand of dark red hair out of his face.

"When?" I asked.

"Yesterday when I went on a run."

I nodded, that's right. He went on a run like he does everyday to stay in shape. We all did, except for the kids. They were to slow.

"Cecil."

"Yes, Gavi?"

"Today you begin your training. Peyton, I want you in charge of that. I'll take Key, Victor and Joy with me. Jenny and Marvin, I want you two to watch the other kids."

"Aye!" they all said.

I stood and went to the window. At once I dropped to the ground. The others fell silent and stared at me.

"There's a group of people. A man with a slight beard, a woman with shortish hair, a boy with an eye patch, a black woman, a white woman with short gray hair and a man with long blackish hair." I said," Keep silent. Let them pass."

Key looked frightened. But Jenny wrapped her arms around him to steady his nerves. The younger children sensed the horror radiating off of Key and kept silent.

I slowly lifted my head and peeked out the dusty window. They were gone. I waved to the others, Jenny sat back while Key gave me this look of death if I told anyone. I shook my head. This was not the time to act foolish.

"You guys stay here. Victor, come with me."

Victor nodded and got to his feet. He pulled his longsword from the wall and followed me to the rusted door that squeaked when it was opened. This place was clear of undead but we weren;t sure so we both held our blades at the ready.

The stairs had footprints on them still from where we walked up them last night. This was once an old office. Four stories tall with 100 rooms. The place still had everything an office building would have. Tables, chair, even computers were there. In our spare time, we would read what the papers had on them. This place was once a lawyer office.

"I thought Key was going to blow a casket." Victor said.

I nodded," He was scared, we all were. But he couldn't hide the fact he was scared."

Victor nodded,"True, that did scare the shit outta me."

"So it did to me." I said.

We crept down the stairs until we reached the landing. Victor stood behind me, his sword at the ready. He was trembling, but he tried to hide it. I was trembling myself. Dark thoughts were running through my mind.

Who were those people?

Why are they here?

How did they find this place?

Are they laying in wait to kill us?

I stared at the double doors that would lead to the outside. The outside where those people were just at a few seconds ago. Who probably were laying in wait for us to go outside.

I brushed a strand of sweaty brown hair from my face, wishing I had a hair tie to put it up. Yet I didn't. I really should have it cut...

I walked to the opposite side of the door while Victor took the other. I've seen that move whenever I watched tv before the fall. My hand found the door knob and I gently opened it, afraid to make any sound just in case.

The door swung open with ease. We looked at each other before nodding and going out into the sunlight. We stared around, not seeing anything. They were indeed gone.

Victor lowered his sword and said," No one is here."

"Yeah." I said, but my eyes still wandered, taking in each detail that might've been misplaced. When I didn't see anything, I replaced my sword as well.

"Let's have a look around." Victor suggested.

I nodded, why the hell couldn't I have thought of that myself? Was a freaking stupid or what? As the crew leader, I should've thought of it myself. Yet I did not. Gotta give some credit to a boy younger than me. Well only a year younger than me. But still, I was older and I have brains to think of a clever plan but it didn't work out to well for me.

"Who are you?" a new voice said. A voice was deeper and much older than mine or any of my crew combined. I turn to see a man about in his mid 40s. He was tall, buffed and looked like he was once in the armed forces.

Victor raised his blade to the man, but the man just smiled and whisled. At once, the black woman was there, standing behind my friend. Victor gulped but didn't back down. I drew my sword out and pointed it at the man.

"And who the hell are you?"

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